“No; my mother is on board.
“You have not told me your name,” suggested Ben.
“True; there is my card.”
Ben looked at the card, on which he read the name—
“Honorable!” he repeated, puzzled.
Young Bentley smiled.
“You are an American, and you don’t understand,” he said. “I am the younger son of the Earl of Bentley, and I have a title, but while in America I don’t want to have it known. It seemed to set up a barrier between me and young fellows of my age. Besides, you Americans don’t believe in titles.”
“Is your father on board?” asked Ben.
“Yes, my father and mother both. That is why I require a separate stateroom.”